Vanilla scented dancing lights, whenever she‘s awake!
I ask my witch: „Who is she?“
This other part.
This part of me.
The part that paints vanilla scented shadows at the horizon and tickles legs to run onto them.
„She is a part us, you know?“
She woke up to keep memories that were never made.
To remember things that were not felt.
She is alive whenever you are close.
The you we miss.
She is right here, whenever you are in our thoughts.
She is a part, needing to be held.
Needing to be loved.
And holding a sparkle.
While doing so, she is scared.
She is so terrified, it is such a waste!
She could sparkle oh! So much!
She is the reason I still run.
To the horizon.
To shadows in Vanilla.
To you.
The you we miss.
She is the reason I won‘t give up.
I want to see her held and loved and full of sparkles.
She is a part of us, you know?
Because missing you awoke my soul.
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